Eleanor:
I watched as Killian walked inside the kitchen.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and I smiled as he leaned in to kiss my cheek from behind.
“Are you okay?” He asked, and I looked down at the pot as I stirred the food. I hummed in response, not wanting to talk to him, as I fought the reaction to move away from his touch, not wanting him to touch me. The door opened, and I turned to look at Natasha as she walked inside the kitchen. My chest ached and the air felt tight around me, and I knew that I had to get out of here before I said something that was going to end up costing me more than I could afford. To both Killian and Natasha.
I put the spatula down and turned to face my mate before kissing his cheek. The last thing that I needed or wanted was to argue with them right
